As Brandon and Bryce told me about how they met, my eyes couldn't help but gaze at their holding hands and the mark in it.
The Wiccan mark, like the bitemark of shapeshifters like us, was a spell casted on their wrists. The marking was extracted as two thread-like helixes. It would separate and pair up with the mark of the mate and settles on the wrist. Basically, they have a DNA-shaped scar on their wrists and it's beautiful.
"I mean, how could anyone not fall for Brandon?" Bryce asked and looked at his mate in pure adoration. Much like how Aaron and Stephen look at me.
"He's not just a fine man, I know," I teased and wiggled my eyebrows.
After our talk, I went to the Alpha Suite to rest. The exhaustion from the flight had finally settled in.
I inhaled the scent of my mates on the sh
